illegitimate child

Suddenly hearing heart-piercing screams from the firewood room, Zhang Xiucai's back felt chills, and Tianzun Bodhisattva yelled indiscriminately.As soon as the hand was loosened, the embolus was like a smooth loach, and it slipped away without a trace.

"Ancestor!" Zhang Xiucai cried out bitterly, and ran to the firewood room after Shuanzi.

There was another loud bang, and the door panel and Taoist figure collapsed and flew out together. Zhang Xiucai wiped off his sweat and took a closer look.The man on the ground was wearing an orange-yellow hair jacket, and it was Qiu Tianshi he had invited.

Zhang Xiucai lifted him up and asked anxiously, "Master, Master, what happened to that evil obstacle?"

"Cough, cough, cough," Qiu Tianshi twisted Zhang Xiucai's sleeve, expelled a stream of foul air from his nostrils, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "Zhang Chang, I haven't offended you in any way, right? From your ancestors The third generation is a cowardly coward, my master, my master's master is exorcising evil spirits for your family, how many years of friendship, you cheat me like this?"

Zhang Xiucai finally heard something good or bad, "It means it's not a ghost inside?"

Mentioning this Qiu Tianshi was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, patted the dust on his buttocks, took off the sawdust on his head, and spat at Zhang Xiucai: "Go to your mother's big-headed ghost!"

Before he could sort out his thoughts, Shuanzi in the firewood room screamed again, "Uncle, Uncle! Go and call Mr. Wang, the wound has opened again."

"Hey," Zhang Xiucai responded and turned around to go in another direction. He counted the veins and almost ignored them.The person in the firewood room was neither a ghost nor an evil spirit, but simply because he was timid, he mistook him for a ghost after hearing some nonsense from him, so he ran to invite Master Qiu to drive away the ghost.

Qiu Tianshi didn't know whether he used garlic water or bastard's blood, but in the end he angered that successful man, so he fought violently, causing the wound to open.

What a crime, he managed to get his life back from the ghost gate, and was chased away as an evil spirit. Zhang Xiucai's mouth was full of bitterness, and he was driven by guilt to run faster and faster.

Turning around a small house, a thatched cottage appeared. Zhang Xiucai rubbed the heels of his shoes on the ground, and shouted angrily, "Wang Ju! Someone died!"

After a while, a person turned out of the thatched cottage. He was covered with a brown robe. He was tall, but his back always seemed to be burdened with a heavy weight, and he couldn't stand upright.The facial features are square when viewed separately, but when put together on one face, they are full of wretchedness, just what Zhang Xiucai called Wang Ju.

He carried the medical basket on his back in an orderly manner, and closed the gate of the thatched cottage, "Where did someone die again?"

Zhang Xiucai didn't give him a chance to speak, so he grabbed his hand and rushed towards the woodshed desperately.

"Shuanzi, how are you?" Zhang Xiucai hurriedly took a breath, and led Wang Ju through the hole in the woodshed wall.

Shuanzi seemed to have seen the savior, and pointed to the couch, "Mr. Wang, take a look at him."

Wang Ju put down the medical basket, pressed his hands on the corner of the table, his chest heaved violently, took a breath, and glanced at the couch, only to see that the gauze tied on the back of the person on the couch was completely soaked in blood, and the blood mixed with yellow pus came out of it. The gauze trickled down onto the couch, it was horrible.

After recovering, he called out, "Shuanzi, go heat the hot water, Zhang Chang, help me."

The embolism got the little whirlwind to hang out.

Wang Ju cleaned his hands first, then put on his gloves and carefully cut open the gauze on his back with a burned knife. In an instant, there was a rotten smell in the room. The wound was scabbed and cracked repeatedly, and the surrounding flesh was almost all festered, turning red and yellow. Alternately, it is extremely terrifying.

For a moment Wang Ju didn't know where to start, since they brought him back from the river beach, more than four months have passed, and all the wounds on his body have scabbed over.Except for this one spot on the back, it festered over and over again.

Shuan Zi was nimble, and soon brought in a wooden barrel that was taller than others, and placed it indoors.

"Shuanzi, when did this man wake up?" Wang Ju turned around and asked.

Shuanzi wiped his sweat, tilted his head and thought, "Just now when I came in, his eyes were open, and he must have passed out from the pain now."

Zhang Xiucai answered: "I know this. I heard Shen Zheng talking nonsense just now for a quarter of an hour."

Wang Ju pinched his fingers and said, "It's been half an hour."

Shuanzi was a little anxious: "Mr. Wang, think of a way quickly." Ordinary people who pick up a cat or dog and raise them home for a year or so can develop many friendships, let alone a real person.

Wang Ju took out a small razor and roasted it on the fire, said solemnly: "There is only one way for the present, gouging out the meat."

"Gouging out what? Gouging out... gouging out flesh?" Zhang Xiucai was so frightened that he stuttered. He looked at the razor with a cold light, and then at the huge wound on the back of the person on the couch. He stretched out his hand and gestured in the air: "So Big, so...all gouged out?"

Shuanzi is young, and his thinking is simple. Since Mr. Wang said that gouging out the flesh can save him, then gouging out, "Mr. Wang, do it quickly."

But Zhang Xiucai knew the pros and cons of it, so he dissuaded him: "Wang Ju, you can think clearly, if you want to make a move today, if he doesn't survive, he will take his life on you." It's not about doing anything, even if he dies, we don't owe him anything, picking him up and taking care of him for half a year is the best of humanity.

"Don't panic," Wang Ju stroked his goatee. He is old and refined, and the older he gets, the better he is. How could he take care of himself? His eyes rolled. It can be seen that this person must have an extraordinary background.

I haven't heard of any prodigal son using the hard-to-find green pine and snow brocade as the lining of his underwear.

"Brother, do you want to gouge out or not?" Wang Ju suddenly handed the knife to the wounded.

Shuanzi and Zhang Xiucai discovered that the wounded had woken up.

"cut out."

The voice was hoarse, like tiles and stones rubbing against each other.

Wang Ju seemed to have been prepared for a long time. He got the permission to raise the knife and bring it down, without any hesitation, he scooped out a large piece of carrion very quickly.

Zhang Xiucai covered Shuanzi's eyes and dragged him out, thinking as he walked, what a strong man, without Ma Feisan, he dared to gouge out his bones.

The flesh-gouging torture lasted until late at night.

Zhang Xiucai had already led Shuan Zi to repair the door of the firewood room, and the two of them sat snuggled up at the door and dozed off when they heard footsteps and Zhang Xiucai woke up, "What's wrong with Wang Ju, is he still angry?"

Wang Ju bent down and supported the head that was about to hit the embolus on the ground, "It's okay, take the child home first, some Dirong people wander around the county at night without obeying the ban, you should be more careful."

Although the Wolf King ordered Di Rong not to offend Xiaokang, Fan Di Rong's soldiers were not allowed to enter the county, but only set up strongholds around them.But it is inevitable that those ambitious people violated the ban and broke into the county, and they deserved their own bad luck.

Zhang Xiucai's heart was high, and he hurriedly carried the embolism on his back, probed his head and looked around, and the wind that happened to pass by would make him break out in a cold sweat.

"This kid is really tough, and he didn't make a sound for two whole hours." Zhang Xiucai walked side by side with Wang Ju, carrying Shuan Zi on his back. He was born timid and always admired tough guys.

"Hahaha," Wang Ju laughed, and looked back at the firewood room, "He needs to have the strength to hum. I cut him a knife and he cried once. The tears he shed have to be caught in a jar. The bowl is too small, too small."

Zhang Xiucai also laughed, and he paused for a while, holding Shuanzi's buttocks and pulling it up.

Seeing that no one was following, Wang Ju turned around and asked with a smile, "Did you see Barbarian Di Rong?"

"Wang Ju, Wang Chizheng, do you have to do this?" Zhang Xiucai looked into the deep night sky and asked suddenly.

Wang Ju was silent for a moment, his back straightened all the time, as if he was a different person, and he couldn't find the slightest bit of obscenity, "I knew I couldn't do it, so I did it."

Immediately after his shoulders collapsed, he became a wretched old man again, and said with a sinister smile, "Here is a ready-made one..." Before he finished speaking, his eyes swept away from the firewood room.

Zhang Xiucai hesitated, "He doesn't know anything."

Wang Ju said indifferently, "It's his fault for waking up so coincidentally, we won't charge any interest for saving him."

The two had no more words and disappeared into the vast night.

The wounded will be raised for another half a month, and he is already able to jump and jump, and he looks like a perfect person in appearance.The disease is getting better day by day, and the temperament is getting stronger day by day, changing the way to do evil every day.

"Brother Jing, I picked the fruit you wanted for you!" Shuanzi ran happily with a handful of Chulian in his pocket.Accidentally stepped on a stone and fell on all fours.

The man called Brother Jing had black hair shaved in a mess, with one part drooping and the other branched.There are a few large circles of white gauze wrapped around her head, only one eye is exposed to look at the road, the upper body is wearing a black double-breasted jacket, the lower body is wearing a long hakama, and she has a straw sandal on her feet.

This person is the "tough guy" who shed two vats of tears - Luo Jinnian.

When he woke up, he had injured the back of his head, and he forgot all the old things. He only vaguely remembered a few vague fragments and the word brocade in his name, and there was nothing on his body that could identify him.Wang and Zhang were in trouble, because they couldn't decide which brocade character to choose, so they decided on the scenery.

Luo Jinnian cast a disgusted glance at Shuanzi from the corner of his eye, without any intention of helping him: "Old Wang just came, I told you not to go out and run around when you have nothing to do."

From the end of the year to the end of the year, Di Rong couldn't afford to fight for a long time, and he was ready to retreat, but the wolves would never return empty-handed. Many surrounding counties were looted, burning, killing, and looting.Although Xiaokang County has a life-saving talisman of the wolf king, it gradually cannot restrain the increasingly restless wolves.

There are rumors that the wolf king has sent an ambassador to negotiate peace with Li Chaofang.

Shuanzi had been beaten in the mud since he was a child, and he didn't care when he fell. He patted the dirt and stood up, picked up Chu Lian one by one, and brought them to Luo Jinnian, "Brother Jing, is that what you're talking about?"

After handing it to him, Luo Jinnian was willing to take a look at it, and hummed softly, "Take it in, Old Wang asked us to go to his thatched cottage together."

Strange to say, even though Luo Jinnian couldn't remember his last name or where he lived.But he did not forget his common sense and that indulgent energy, as if he didn't have amnesia, but he himself didn't want to remember.

No, yesterday he thought the coarse salt used for cleaning his teeth was not clean, so he instructed Xiao Shuanzi to go to Chulianguo to clean his teeth.

Shuanzi is an abandoned baby, he grew up eating a lot of food, and he doesn't have any older brothers or sisters. At the first sight of Luo Jinnian, he was very happy, and he sincerely treated him like his own brother.

The two went to the thatched cottage together, Luo Jinnian's eyes moved down, Shuanzi was short and not as tall as his legs, he vaguely recalled that there used to be such a dwarf, but he had a bad temper.

Forget it, I will always remember when it is time to remember.

The thatched cottage appeared in sight, and Luo Jinnian smacked his lips, feeling that there was nothing good about Old Man Wang.Although he has only spent half a month with old man Wang since he was sober, he always feels that this little old man is a thief, smiling means he has bad intentions, and not smiling means plotting evil.

He thought for a while, and finally thought of what Old Wang looked like—a weasel!Isn't it, old-fashioned weasel.

Luo Jinnian and Xiao Shuanzi randomly found a place to sit in the thatched cottage, and there were actually quite a few people here, only a few dozen young people.

After about half a stick of incense, Wang Ju walked out from the second door, walked to the main seat and sat down, cleared his throat: "This old man is late, please don't blame me..." He stood up and saluted again.

The rest of the people sitting in the room also got up and bowed their hands, "It's okay, Mr. Wang is busy..."

Luo Jinnian felt drowsy after hearing the endless chatter, and his mind was not fully recovered, so he fell asleep on the back of the chair.

"Xiaojing, Xiaojing! What do you think of this matter?"

Hearing someone calling his name while half asleep, Luo Jinnian impatiently opened his eyelids and met Wang Ju with a pair of smiling eyes.He pushed Wang Ju away and leaned on the chair, "What do I think, you decide what to do."

Seeing that he was awake, Wang Ju turned to face the crowd, "Di Rong's restlessness in recent days must have been noticed by all the clan elders. We can't place our hopes on the wolf king's life-saving talisman. It doesn't matter, but "Wang Ju paused and looked at Shuanzi, and said seriously: "It's just that the children are still young..."

An old man suggested: "Why don't you run?"

Another person retorted: "Run? Where are you going? Don't say that the surrounding area is hundreds of miles away. There are thousands of miles of Dirong people. If you run out, you will be hacked to death with knives?"

Wang Ju's eyes were dim, and he was more than ten years old: "Forget it, it's all about life. There are still some weapons in the county, let's use them to save the lives of young men."

Luo Jinnian, who had always been unhappy, suddenly said, "How many soldiers in the county? How many people?"

An old man replied: "The total number of soldiers is one thousand or two hundred, and there are more than [-] young and middle-aged men."

Luo Jinnian sneered and said, "That's the opposite, you'll die if you do anything wrong."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was silent.

"Kang, kuang, kuang!" The tea bowls in the hands of the clan elders smashed on the ground like dumplings, and the old man stood up tremblingly, and pointed at Luo Jinnian's nose: "Sick and evil! Li Zizi! Don't dare to speak wildly!" He took off his shoes and held it in his hand Luo Jinnian was about to be slapped on Luo Jinnian's body, Luo Jinnian naturally refused to wait for the beating, and raised the embolus to block in front of him extremely shamelessly.

The clan elder couldn't do it, so he fainted with anger.

For a while, the thatched cottage was chaotic, Wang Ju had no choice but to let everyone leave first, but Luo Jinnian was the only one to stay.

Before he could speak, Luo Jinnian robbed him: "Old man Wang, stop pretending, you're so tired of pretending with me."

Wang Ju smiled apologetically: "Why did Xiao Jing say that! This old man just wants to remind you to be cautious in everything. You young people are very angry, and you will regret it when you get older."

Luo Jinnian's eyes turned cold, and he stopped playing with Wang Ju. He grabbed Wang Ju's carefully cared for beard and lifted it up, leaning over and looking straight: "You asked me to come today so that I can be the leader. Let’s say the opposite word first, County Magistrate Wang?”